I left the lake a little later, quietly walking back to the barn and stables. I heard leaves rustling, thinking it the wind I continued on my way. Little did I know, we had been seen. And little did I know that we would be happy that we had been.
A few days later, I was summoned to see the master of the house, a tall, distinguished man a few years my elder. He informed me that I would accompany Joy to a local monastery, and, remain with her until her return. He showed me a letter, and having been taught to read and write, an infrequent happening in this time, It requested the presence of Joy to do a little work for the fathers of a Monastery, a days ride away, on their ledgers. Having assisted me with my accounts, a strange experience for a slave of birth, and the household ledgers for her mother I was not surprised by the request or her fathers easy acceptance.
The next day, having prepared a small travelling carriage, we set off. Joy wearing a travelling suit, bonnet, and carrying a pretty little carry bag. I was dressed in the only travel clothes I own, breeches, silken shirt and leather riding boots. We stopped midday at a little brook far from the estate, and ate cakes and drank a wine made in the vineyard of home. looking at her seated on a blanket, in the sun, caused my member to swell. She kissed me gently as we sat next to each other, and touched her sweet tongue to mine. But, alas, I cooled our passion by stating we must continue on. The touch of her tongue, her lips, remained with me and left me feeling my lips with my tongue to gather and savor every drop of her taste.
Early evening we arrived at the monastery and were met by a friar or brother as they requested to be called. We were shown into a large office with sturdy wood desk and leather bound chairs. The brother who greeted and showed us in was wearing a brown coarse habit of woolen material with hood, down at this time, and belt tied at the waist. He was a tall golden haired man about my age, with a handsome dispositon I thought interesting in a man of the cloth, pretty he was.
We were given a local brewed tea, and met with the head friar, a large ,raw boned, fierce looking man, almost ugly of face but radiating an unmistakeable power.
I sat near the door, Joy at the desk, as I thought this my place and as a servant. He began quickly, telling us, " We observed you in your actions at the lake." I stood, Joy seemed to slump in her chair, I reached for my sword and dagger, thinking, I'll not be beat nor my lady. He quickly reassured us, "we have no desire to dishonor you or be indiscrete." "We here,honor the body and feel the heavens above give us these feelings and parts to please." Still unsure I remained standing, but felt a strange lethargy overtaking me. Joy seemed to waver before my eyes and I could see she too felt the same lethargic feeling.
I sat, the friar, Brendan, asked, "do you like our herbal tea, hemp it is, we bake with it, burn it, and it does have such relaxing medicinal uses." He smiled, and I saw lick his thick lips a little , very thick lips, wide mouth and an almost devilish smile. I shivered and saw Joy do the same. I drifted off with that smile in my head. I awoke in a different room and immediately reached again for my sword and dagger, relieved to feel them next to me on a large goose down mattress, sitting up, I looked around to see where I was and locate Joy. She too was just awekening on a slighty smaller bed next to mine. Each bed was very large, but this one was enormous with large pillows and inlaid wood railings.
